Beauty

This one is

so attracted to

beauty and form,

I cannot live in their midst

for melting within

to touch and smell

and drink in their

miracle, even if

momentary and

short-lived.

One moment’s beauty

is stained the next

and lost in memory.

‘Tis the plan.

But to joy at it

I become it …

the beauty and form

I am compelled

to witness.

agd